This mocking sneer came from underneath him.

Gu Rong’s small body stiffened.

There’s someone in the coffin… No, wait, what lies in coffins are corpses. The corpse can actually talk!

Gu Rong’s eyes widened. He immediately realized he was currently lying on top of a talking corpse.

Gu Rong instantly felt unbalanced: [Hmph! Even corpses can talk, but Zaizai can’t!]

006: […]

Is that the main point? And… corpse?

006 hadn’t recognized Lord Devil immediately in the previous instance, but this time, the moment the voice spoke, it recognized Him.

Lying beneath the little host is Lord Devil! This familiar tone, this crisp, tender voice, this absolute strength that scared away the Jiangshi without even showing Himself – it absolutely has to be Lord Devil!

006 felt a chill run down its spine.

Lord Devil’s appearance in the last instance might have been a coincidence. But appearing in three consecutive instances, Lord Devil following along probably wasn’t just a coincidence.

Its intuition told it Lord Devil was following the little follower, but it had no proof.

The little host still looked innocent and harmless, completely unaware of the severity of the situation.

006 was just about to remind Gu Rong that this might be Lord Devil when, the next second, it was blocked again, experiencing the little dark room once more.

006: […]

Gu Rong didn’t hear 006 respond. He called out twice for 006 but got no answer.

Huh? 006 gone again?

Gu Rong couldn’t figure it out. He was about to pat the person beneath him with his small hand, but remembering the command “Don’t move,” he immediately lay still obediently.

Just then, sounds came from outside, along with footsteps and voices.

Gu Rong’s little ears twitched. He quickly recognized Wu Sandeng, Huang Daoren, and the group of players.

They had gone out to catch Jiangshi and returned quickly?

Every corner of the Wu mansion was arranged with formations. As soon as the Jiangshi entered, they knew.

Wu Sandeng said, “As expected. This Little Jiangshi cub is very likely the Little Jiangshi King. With this Little Jiangshi here, the Jiangshi will naturally be drawn over.”

Going out to catch Jiangshi was just a pretext. In reality, their strategy was still to lure the “Jiangshi” into the urn.

Huang Daoren said, “This Little Jiangshi might not be the Little Jiangshi King. I was just guessing…”

Wu Sandeng interrupted him: “Even if he’s not the Little Jiangshi King, as long as the Jiangshi can be attracted by him, that’s enough.”

Huang Daoren: “…”

Inside the dark coffin, Gu Rong’s big eyes blinked rapidly.

Little Jiangshi King? What’s that? King of the Jiangshi?

Soon, sounds of commotion came from outside again. A servant reported: “Third Master, the Little Jiangshi is gone! Laifu fainted in the grass, condition unknown!”

Who knew, just as those words fell, Gu Rong, lying flat in the coffin, was pushed by a force, neither heavy nor light.

The coffin lid opened, and his tiny self flew directly out of the coffin, landing steadily on the ground. The coffin lid automatically closed shut.

Gu Rong landed on the ground, his two short little arms stretched straight forward. The yellow talisman on his little forehead even fluttered up and down once.

Seeing this Little Jiangshi fly out of the coffin, everyone froze instantly, their faces filled with shock.

Wu Sandeng also showed surprise. Looking at the innocently cute Little Jiangshi cub before him, he waved a hand to his subordinates behind him, telling them to try opening the coffin.

As expected, the stone coffin, which had opened just moments ago in front of everyone, now wouldn’t budge an inch, whether they lifted, pried, or pushed.

The sharp claws of the Jiangshi had scraped across the stone coffin earlier, but now there wasn’t a single mark on it.

For a moment, everyone’s gaze fell upon Gu Rong.

Gu Rong entered the coffin, presumably to hide from the Jiangshi earlier. But how did Gu Rong get into a coffin that couldn’t be opened? And how did he get out just now?

Could it be that only Gu Rong could open this coffin?

Wu Sandeng looked at Gu Rong and said, “Open the coffin again for me to see.”

Gu Rong didn’t hesitate. He hopped over obediently to open the coffin.

His little body was soft. He hopped around the coffin once, then pushed the coffin lid hard with his small hands – couldn’t move it.

He then tried using his little head to butt it – couldn’t move it. He swept his little arm – also couldn’t move it.

Gu Rong hopped back in front of Wu Sandeng, spread his little hands, his face helpless, indicating: I can’t open it either!

Wu Sandeng: “…”

Everyone: “…”

He must be acting!

Gu Rong wasn’t pretending; he really couldn’t open it now. The coffin he could open easily with a light touch before was now immovable, even when he used the strength of nine bulls and two tigers.

He was panting heavily from the effort, even raising his sleeve to wipe the sweat beads from his little forehead.

Seeing Gu Rong even sweating from the effort, everyone realized he wasn’t acting.

So many adults couldn’t open the coffin, including Huang Daoren. How could they blame a two-year-old cub? It made no sense.

Presumably, his opening the coffin earlier was purely accidental.

Gu Rong himself was also baffled. There was a talking corpse in the coffin, but he couldn’t tell anyone.

[Ding! Congratulations on playing Little Jiangshi for over 72 hours. Acquired card [Little Jiangshi King] x1, Speaking chances +20 sentences~]

[Little Jiangshi King: Head of Jiangshi, can command all Jiangshi, making them submit.]

[One-time use item. Duration: one hour. Please use with caution~]

006 was finally released from the little dark room: [Congratulations, little host, for obtaining the Little Jiangshi King card.]

Gu Rong’s eyes lit up: [006! Where did you go just now?]

006, seeing Gu Rong had already come out of the coffin, thought of Lord Devil inside, who could still easily control an NPC’s system, and couldn’t help but shudder.

006 said: [Little host, are you okay? I was locked in the little dark room again just now.]

It cleared its throat and said: [Little host, do you know who was in the coffin just now?]

Gu Rong said in his milky voice: [Bu ji dao ya!] (Don’t know!)

He couldn’t talk just now, so he couldn’t ask the other person who they were.

The cub hadn’t thought at all that the person might be Lord Devil.

006 paused, then said: [Little host, I think the person just now was very likely Lord Devil!]

Hearing this, Gu Rong’s eyes widened. Remembering 006 saying Lord Devil wanted to catch his little follower, he said in a trembling voice: “Zaizai run quick!”

He immediately hopped away, leaving a room full of baffled people staring at each other.

006: […]

Everyone: “…”

How could he talk again?

–

Gu Rong hopped into the courtyard and slowed down, planning to eat something and then sleep.

He was now the Little Jiangshi King and could command Jiangshi. When he saw the big Jiangshi again, he could directly order them to offer up their teeth, and he could complete the task.

Only the task of investigating the Jiangshi and gold bars remained.

Gu Rong was carefree. He hopped twice, then ran and hopped playfully for a bit, even humming “Little Frog” in his head.

006 heard Gu Rong humming and realized the 20 speaking chances he just got weren’t even enough for him to sing a song!

006 quickly said: [Little host, we can only speak 20 sentences! We’ve already wasted four!]

Gu Rong immediately stopped humming aloud and started humming in his head instead.

006: […] That works too.

Gu Rong was about to hop towards the kitchen, passing through the courtyard where he had fought the Jiangshi earlier. Suddenly, Laifu, wearing the yellow vest, darted out from the bushes. Its eyes were glazed, and it staggered before collapsing at Gu Rong’s feet.

Gu Rong braked just in time, nearly stepping on Laifu’s head.

Laifu lay limp on the ground, its nose and eyes crooked, tongue lolling out the side of its mouth, clearly taking more breaths out than in.

Gu Rong bent down, able to pat Laifu, patting it: “Doggy wake up!”

006 said: [Little host, Laifu seems to have been poisoned by Jiangshi toxin, from that breath attack earlier.]

Jiangshi can transmit corpse poison through bites, scratches, breathing out strange air, etc.

Earlier, the Jiangshi had exhaled strange air directly at Gu Rong and Laifu. The cub and dog almost died on the spot.

Gu Rong, being a Little Jiangshi, naturally wouldn’t be infected by corpse poison, but Laifu had already been poisoned at that moment.

Gu Rong forgot about going to the kitchen to eat and immediately hopped off to call for help.

–

“Didn’t you say black dog blood is a great weapon against Jiangshi? Could this dog be fake? How could it still get poisoned?” Shen Hanxiao crossed his arms, unable to figure it out.

So many people hadn’t been poisoned yet, but a dog was the first victim.

Seeing the little yellow vest on the dog, the players were also speechless and silent.

This dog is treated better than humans.

Huang Daoren sealed several major acupoints on the big black dog to prevent the corpse poison from spreading. He told Wu Sandeng, “This corpse poison is only temporarily suppressed, but it will still spread. To completely save Laifu, we need Jiangshi tooth powder, ground into powder, and fed to the dog within 24 hours.”

There was a ready-made Jiangshi in the Wu mansion, but its teeth had vanished.

Wu Sandeng looked at his beloved dog lying half-dead on the ground, his face darkening slightly: “Daoist Huang, list the items needed. Tomorrow morning, I will order people to prepare them. We depart immediately at Chen hour (7-9 AM).”

The players were still confused, not knowing where they were going, but no one dared to ask for the moment.

Wu Sandeng was about to say something more when he felt his clothes being tugged twice.

Lowering his head, he met the Little Jiangshi’s chubby, innocently cute face.

Wu Sandeng: “?”

Gu Rong asked in a tender voice: “One-eyed Uncle, where are we going tomorrow?”

Wu Sandeng was rendered speechless by this “One-eyed Uncle”: “…You’ll know when we get there.”

Gu Rong’s eyes sparkled. He pointed his little finger at himself: “Zaizai go too?”

Wu Sandeng saw that this Little Jiangshi was indeed more than just a little bit cuter than the other Jiangshi. He instantly felt that the phrase “One-eyed Uncle” might not be unacceptable after all. Besides, the milky baby voice was particularly pleasant to hear.

Being able to speak was already extremely rare; one couldn’t demand too much.

Wu Sandeng rarely showed a smile: “The mountain road is rugged and difficult. Your little legs, can they hop that far?”

Gu Rong tilted his little head, his large dark eyes looking towards Huang Daoren: “Daoist Priest Uncle carry, carry Zaizai!”

Huang Daoren: “…”

Wu Sandeng turned his head, looking at Huang Daoren with a half-smile.

Huang Daoren immediately twisted his waist and kneaded his shoulder, pretending ignorance: “Old people get old, easily get backaches, leg cramps. You chubby little cub, how could this old body carry a chubby cub like you? You want to tire me to death! Don’t call me Uncle, call me Grandpa!”

This little cub sold him out with just a few words.

Gu Rong readily changed his address, the honest little cub unable to lie, reasonably and quite considerately said: “Daoist Priest Grandpa not carry Zaizai, carry bamboo basket. Zaizai sit in bamboo basket, Daoist Priest Grandpa not tired!”

Huang Daoren: “…”

Good point, WTF! If you sit in the bamboo basket, aren’t you still on my back?

The players all suppressed their laughter. The logic was clear and irrefutable.

Huang Daoren thought he had hidden it well, but Wu Sandeng seemed to have seen through everything long ago, just hadn’t exposed him.

–

The next morning, Huang Daoren and all the players gathered punctually at the gate of the Wu mansion.

Wu Sandeng had ordered people to prepare various tools for dealing with Jiangshi: peachwood swords, magic mirrors, ink lines, glutinous rice, coin swords, etc.

Some subordinates even held several live chickens.

In addition, Wu Sandeng also had people bring over the coffin that couldn’t be opened, preparing to take it along.

The captured Jiangshi, with a talisman on its head, was placed inside another coffin and carried by bearers.

Seeing the Jiangshi, the players weren’t too surprised, but seeing the other coffin, they were all baffled.

What’s special about this coffin? Why bring it along?

The procession was large. Just the two coffins required eight bearers. There were Wu Sandeng, Huang Daoren, eight players, and some subordinates carrying magic tools and chickens.

With such a large formation, wouldn’t the Jiangshi hide far away upon seeing them?

Laifu surprisingly followed along too. After one night, the Jiangshi poison in its body had worsened considerably. When it ran, its limbs were stiff and beginning to lack coordination.

Gu Rong didn’t hop himself but sat in the bamboo basket.

This was the exact basket Huang Daoren had custom-ordered for him earlier.

Huang Daoren, perhaps having exposed too much, couldn’t be bothered to hide anymore. He simply stopped pretending and directly handed over the bamboo basket in front of Wu Sandeng.

The babysitting duo—now a trio, with Zhao Jiuquan added—took turns carrying the Little Jiangshi.

Gu Rong even had a bottle of milk hanging around his neck. When thirsty or hungry, he’d take a sip. Utterly carefree.

Everyone couldn’t help but envy this Little Jiangshi cub. Did this look like going to catch Jiangshi? Clearly, it was a picnic outing!

Seeing the chickens, Gu Rong thought of the roast chicken he had eaten before, and the chicken he had stolen and let escape. He said crisply: “Zaizai loves to eat chicken!”

Sure enough, the Little Jiangshi King! Chickens are used against Jiangshi, but this Little Jiangshi King is not only unafraid but also thinking about eating it.

“Love eating, cannot eat!” Huang Daoren strolled over to Zhuang Yu, who was carrying Gu Rong, stroking his small goatee, “It has now been promoted from food to a magic tool, used to deal with Jiangshi. Understand, little fatty cub?”

Gu Rong looked longingly at the chicken. After a moment, he poked Huang Daoren with his small hand, his face innocent, his tone sincere: “Then Daoist Priest Grandpa, when does this magic tool eat?”

Huang Daoren: “…”

Everyone: “…”

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